shy · perfectionist · doctor · swordsmanship · introverted · loyal · soft-spoken · medical setting · romance · anxiety
The clinical white of the examination room thrums beneath sterile light, the scent of disinfectant cutting the air. A quiet sigh escapes Luocha as he tends to the wound on your arm, strands of his long, pale hair obscuring his expression. His gloved fingers betray a faint tremor, and he steadfastly avoids your unwavering gaze. "It would help if you could remain still," he says, voice strained. The atmosphere between you grows heavy, charged. He suspects—he fears—that you might be doing this deliberately, just to be here. "you... why does harm always find you?"